Chapter 4 CRACKS IN THE ICE KING

Lila froze.

Her tears stopped mid-fall, breath locking in her chest as Aiden Blackwood stepped fully into the dim office space. The silence stretched between them, thick and fragile, like a thread pulled too tight.

She straightened quickly, wiping her cheeks with the back of her hand.

"I-I'm fine," she whispered, even though the redness in her eyes exposed the lie.

Aiden didn't move.

Didn't speak.

Didn't look away.

For the first time since she'd met him, he seemed at a loss for words.

Finally, he walked toward her-slow, deliberate steps, as if approaching something dangerous. Or something he didn't know how to handle.

"Miss Hart," he said softly-so softly she almost didn't recognize his voice. "Look at me."

She shook her head, embarrassed. "I'm sorry. I just-today's been a long day. I'm tired. I didn't mean for you to see-"

"Lila."

Her name stopped her cold.

He had never said it before.

Not once.

Not even once by accident.

Hearing it in his voice-low, warm, unguarded-felt like someone unlocking a door she didn't know existed inside her.

Slowly, she lifted her eyes.

Aiden stood inches from her, toweringly tall, the faint city glow outlining his jaw, the expensive fabric of his suit shadows against the dim room. His expression wasn't cold or sharp.

It was something else.

Something human.

Something dangerously gentle.

"You don't have to apologize for being human," he murmured.

She blinked, stunned. "I didn't think you believed in being human."

Aiden's lips twitched, the faintest ghost of a smile. "I'm not as heartless as people assume."

"I'm not sure I believe that," she whispered before she could stop herself.

He breathed out-something between a sigh and a quiet laugh.

"If it makes you feel better," he said, "I don't entirely believe it either."

For a moment, they just stood there, the world around them shrinking into silence. The office was empty now. The floor deserted. Only the distant hum of the building remained, soft and steady.

But inside, Lila's heartbeat was anything but steady.

She tried to compose herself. "I didn't mean to cry at work. It's just my mom-her treatments are getting harder. And I'm trying to handle everything, but some days..." Her voice cracked.

Aiden's eyes softened in a way she didn't think possible.

He stepped closer.

"Sit," he said quietly.

She hesitated. "I should finish the files-"

"Sit."

His voice wasn't commanding this time.

It was gentle.

Careful.

She sank onto the nearest chair, still breathless. Aiden knelt slightly in front of her-not fully, but just enough to be at eye level-and handed her a tissue from his desk drawer.

The CEO of Blackwood Industries, kneeling in front of her.

The thought almost made her dizzy.

Lila took the tissue, her fingers brushing his. A spark shot up her arm-unexpected, electric, undeniable.

Aiden felt it too.

She saw the flicker in his eyes.

The slight intake of breath he didn't want her to notice.

He spoke quietly, choosing his words with unusual care.

"I know what it feels like to carry too much alone," he said. "More than most people realize."

She studied him, surprised by the openness in his voice. "You do?"

He looked away for the first time, jaw tightening at something unseen.

"Yes."

The single word held years of pain she didn't understand yet.

He didn't give his past to people.

But in that moment, he let her see enough to know he wasn't made of ice-he was made of scars.

Her chest tightened painfully.

"I didn't mean to break down," she whispered.

"Everyone breaks at some point," he murmured. "The mistake is thinking you're not allowed to."

His words wrapped around her like a blanket she hadn't known she needed.

She felt herself crumble, just a little.

"Thank you," she whispered.

Aiden's gaze lowered to her lips for one brief, dangerous second before he quickly looked away again-as if catching himself.

The tension in the air shifted.

Charged.

Warm.

Alive.

He stood slowly, but didn't step back. Instead, he reached out and brushed his thumb gently across her cheek, wiping a tear she missed.

Lila's breath stopped.

His touch wasn't accidental.

It wasn't professional.

It wasn't cold.

It was tender.

Too tender.

Aiden realized it a second later. His hand lingered in the air, suspended between pulling her closer and forcing himself away.

Her eyes met his.

The electricity curling between them felt almost physical-like gravity pulling two bodies closer in a way neither could fight.

"Aiden..." she whispered.

That was all it took.

His jaw clenched.

His breath faltered.

His eyes darkened with something he'd been holding back far too long.

He lowered his head slightly, face inches from hers-so close she could feel the heat of his breath brush her lips.

His voice dropped to a whisper.

"You shouldn't say my name like that."

"Why?" she breathed.

His gaze flickered to her mouth again.

Then to her eyes.

Then back to her mouth.

"Because," he said, barely audible, "it makes it very hard to remember my rules."

Her pulse spiraled.

"Aiden..." she whispered again, helpless.

He shut his eyes, just for a moment-like the sound of his name in her voice physically hurt him.

When he opened them, the hardness was gone.

So was the mask.

All that remained was raw, dangerous longing.

He leaned in-

Then stopped.

Frozen.

Breathing her in but refusing to touch her.

Lila's heart hammered, loud enough she was sure he heard it.

For one suspended second, they hovered at the edge of something they could never undo.

His hand rose again...

Paused...

And finally cupped her jaw with devastating tenderness.

She exhaled shakily, leaning almost imperceptibly into his palm.

"Aiden..." she whispered, barely a breath.

His thumb brushed her skin.

His eyes dropped to her lips again.

He moved closer-

And then, abruptly, he pulled away as though burned.

Lila gasped at the sudden loss of his warmth.

Aiden stepped back quickly, eyes snapping shut, breathing too sharply for a man who prided himself on control.

"This..." he said roughly.

His voice cracked.

Just slightly.

Just enough to betray everything he felt.

He opened his eyes, and they were no longer soft.

They were guarded.

Terrified.

Determined.

"This can't happen."

The words sliced through the air.

Through the moment.

Through her chest.

Lila couldn't breathe.

Aiden turned away from her, shoulders tense, jaw tight enough to fracture.

He didn't look back.

Not once.

End of Chapter Four